LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeI-10 Baby
(Dubba-AA flexin')(Mm, Statik on the track)(David Tell 'Em)Nigga playin' 'round with that dope, we send him straight to WinnfieldI go post up in the North, I'm on the block causing hellI tell my dude lock down that corner, don't give a fuck 'bout no 12'Cause once them bitches lock us up, soon as we touch, we jump bail (This is the sound)And this the strap, soon as I came back, tryna take back what's mineDon't give a fuck 'bout where you from, you tote that flag, you a slimeI'm smokin' pine, I'm totin' that iron, it's every time that I'm slidin'I spent my last to calm my nerves, this bitch wan' play with my mindI ain't got no time just for the jokes 'cause my big bro doin' timeBitch throw four suits up on the floor and I can flow you a rhymeI come through swervin', gettin' dirty with them sticks in the ridePlus I'm servin' some shit you could cut 'bout four or three timesI take my lick the first time, now watch I jump on a slabI'ma get a bitch clean as a bitch to drive a book and a halfShe want a sixty, smelled the shit up, went to coughin', I laughedHe said this shit already must be hit, so it ain't gotta take no bathDiddy boppin', try to stop me, pop you, knock you, oh noI ain't quarantinin' for a reason, we ain't closin' no storesI'm still screamin', "Killer season, " zippin' shit 'bout my brosWe got these hoes doin' wrong, they throw a right, that's the codeUp with the scope, so I been chill, you send a shot, I cause hellI chase that money like I'm Dezz, we drop that shit on CanellAnd I knew how to make it hard since Koda taught me at twelveWith Von from Roosevelt to Maryland, we took over the cellsThis is music to another level, cold-blooded fuckin' stepperHow much that you made now? I say 20 M's or betterSo I got money for to fuck up, rap gon' pay or settleOr we gon' rob your stupid ass out what you try to sell usHit it, I go zydeco, ridin' 'round with that four poundYou can't use no screwdriver, know a hammer get it broke downThey slumped that boy right at the store, I swear it wasn't no showdownWe blast at you and who because we aim to let a ho downDo a verse and get it back, I couldn't take a loss, huhBut bitch, you play with mine, your shit get splatt, we take one off, huhCouldn't ever have no bitch, turned to a dog, huh, dog, huhDrop a bag, I serve 'em raw, then knock 'em all down (All down)Pussy ass nigga, haha, yeahIt's on birthday, nigga, what you talkin' 'bout? Got the camera on me now, bitch ass niggaBut I got somethin' that'll flash you way worserOl' bitch ass nigga, I'll dirt him, you hear me?You already know how I get down, you already know how I'm bomin'Everything gon' with a beef, bitch ass nigga, Blood gang or no gangYou'll be in, you'll be inAyy, what he say? You'll be in or you'll be out, what that bitch ass nigga say?You'll be in, and that's on DumpYeah, bitch ass nigga, you'll get slumped on this side, believe thatYeah, what you on, foe?Rapper gon' give it back and that's a fact
Are these lyrics correct?
Rate the public version or submit a correction for review.
LETROU FEATURE
Stage Mode
Large text, automatic scrolling and fullscreen for singing or practice.
FIND ANOTHER SONG
Find a song
Search by title or artist.
SINGER CENTER
Open tools →Train your voice
Breathing, warm-ups, pitch and vocal range.